“This is Natasha,” then too her he said. “My dear, this is my grandson Damien, the one I was telling you about.”She smiled a smile that would ...ave been worth more than this house and everything in it. Then she got up, strode across the room and without saying a word simply grabbed me around the waist leaned in and kissed me with a passion that I had never imagined could exist in the real world. Out of reflex I kissed her back, our tongues intertwining as I felt the warmth of her boy against. It was intense, as these morning sessions often were, and I was soon laying still and trying to catch my breath. The fantasy had fragmented. There was no Claire to hold, stroke, and kiss as I often had after morning lovemaking. It was just me, my cum-soaked belly, and my memories. As the cum began to run down on to the sheets, I opened my teary eyes and decided that it was time to clean up and get on with my day. I sat up in bed, ready to rise. Then I froze at the sight that greeted my eyes.. “Ok...can you buy some?...wait I gif u money” he started to fiddle in his pockets again but could not find anything.“Ohhh... where's me fuck'n wallet?” he slurred with a funny confused face.I giggled “You left it home...remember?”“Oh yesh...why you fucking laffing though?” he sneered.“Nothing I remembered a joke...” I said trying to placate my laughter.“Umhhh...a joke?...Funny ahaaaah” he started laughing, God knows for what reason, well actually, the reason was alcohol of course, or maybe he. Heexamined the cage door and routinely checked the security of the padlockto ensure it hadn't been tampered with during the night. It was heavyiron and unbreakable without tools. Nevertheless he examined the surfacefor any signs of scratches or markings or abrasions that might suggestan escape attempt had been made. Goreans are thorough like that when itcomes to the chaining or confinement of women."Look, you obviously haven't been told. Kurgus was..." I suddenlyflinched back as the man slapped.